As the black smoke dissipates, Kal looks around at his surroundings. He wants to see where he is before trying to make a plan.
Instead of the normal areas like the town from his first Trial or any of the places like MacMillan Estate that the others had told him about, he's standing beside a shabby house made of tan-colored bricks, which is surrounded by other houses that are very similar, all connected to a sand road.
After looking around for a bit, Kal finds a generator. He starts to work on it, but can't shake the feeling that he's been here before.
He quickly finishes the generator and starts to look around for another one. He really wants to use his perk, but can't find any pallets to drop. Even then, the Killer has to be the one to break them, so the only way to get materials is to get the Killer to chase him.
After finding another generator, Kal begins to work, though a scream of pain draws his attention. Despite knowing that he was almost finished, Kal can't just sit there while a Survivor is in danger.
He runs towards where he had heard the scream, and hears the familiar heartbeat in his ear. Kal looks around a corner slowly, and is unsure what he is seeing.
Ace, a guy he had met a bit ago, was currently being chased by what looked to be a giant samurai with a raised katana and a kanabō tied to his back.
Ace was already injured, and was obviously panicking, his breathing heavy and his face covered in sweat.
Barely thinking, Kal runs towards them and throws himself between the two, just as the Killer brings his sword slicing down. Kal feels the blade cut into his chest deeply, though he barely winces.
"Go!" Kal screams, slamming his shoulder into the Killer and lightly pushing him back. Ace gives his savior a small nod of thanks, before running off.
The Killer is a bit confused at the Survivor's strange behavior. Protecting each other is normal, but usually, after getting hit, the Survivor will run away. However, this one is actively trying to move him and buy his ally some time. Then again, from what he heard, this man was, as they call, Special Forces.
He really wants to chase this Survivor. He really wants to see how this man will try to escape.
The Killer lightly pushes the other man away, before holding up his free hand, splaying his fingers, before slowly beginning to count down from 5. The Survivor takes a couple of seconds to figure it out, before nodding and running off.
Once he reaches 0, the Killer gives chase, keeping his eye on the Survivor, who begins to weave his way through the various buildings, stooping down at any broken pallets that he runs past.
The Killer is unsure what this is, but isn't worried about it. He begins to close in on the Survivor, who looked to have paused to catch his breath. Confident that he's got him, the samurai raises his blade, ready to knock the Survivor to the ground.
The next thing he knew, there was a blinding pain in his left eye, and the Killer lurches back, reaching his hand up to his face. He feels around for the source of his pain, and feels the hilt of a knife. He tugs on the object, though pauses momentarily because of the pain. He tries again, this time managing to pull it from his face.
It takes the Killer a few seconds to recover from the pain, and he looks at the knife in his hand. It was crudely made, with a handle from some bits of wood wrapped in some leather straps, and a blade from a piece of wood plank. Before his eyes, the knife crumbles in his hand, breaking to pieces.
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Who's the Real Killer Here?
FanfictionThe Entity's realm is a horrible place. It is a Hell of pain, death, and fear. Killers fight tooth and nail to sacrifice Survivors, and all that they can do in return is run away. But not everyone is just going to lay down and die.